There were three lights that night: The star above the darkness, crystal fair, The foremost angel's garment flaming white, The baby's circled hair. Three sounds upon the hill: A sudden song; low drawn, a woman's sigh; And, when the midnight deepened gray and chill, A little, little cry. Three woes: a witless lamb Lost from the scattered flock; its mother grieving; The long, deep slumber of the townfolk—blind And deaf and unbelieving. Three wonders: dark-browed kings Riding from far; young shepherds' lifted faces; The silver beauty raining from the star On Bethlehem's dark places. There were Faith, Hope and Love: Faith that had known, Hope that had waited well, Love that had wrought; and in their trembling midst, Immanuel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW THE DEAR PRESIDENT by JOHN JAMES PIATT SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN CHORIAMBICS: 1 by RUPERT BROOKE TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, IN HER GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |